~A/N: Hey! So the title interested you huh? Hopefully that's why your reading this ._. this is my first story so excuse the amatuerness literally radiating from this chapter ._." I absolutely love comments and constructive criticism! So, if you have any idea's or improvements you would make I would love to hear them! Okay thanks for reading, Chow for Now!
The sun painted fabulous, swirling patterns on the rolling waves of the sea. An untanned hand rose to move a flop of black fringe aside. You could almost taste the salt evaporating from the sea in the air. Then everything was tilting, a constant pace kept the illusion calm. The scene tipped and tilted increasing in speed until.. THUD! "ARRGH What? Where? Why? Wh-" Ganta Igurashi found himself bound in a heap of boxers, skin and duvet. "Uuuuhhhh" Ganta groaned through gritted teeth. He licked his lips flinching at the strange taste of mint and Cheese & Onion crisps lingering from yesterday... or was it Saturday? In the corner of the room a small silver box littered with dents and scratches howled at Ganta. "MEEP, MEEP MEEEEEEEP!" it cried out in an ever more annoying tone. "Stupid little-" Ganta began to mumble a curse but gave up half way. He let his drooping eye lids fall and began to sink back into the paradise of- "MEEEEEP MEEEEP MEEEEP MEEEEEEEEEEEEP!" the alarm clock nagged on. "SHUT UP!" Ganta yelled at the box as if it were a whining child. However, unlike a whining child (hopefully) it only took Ganta a single hand to fling it across the room.
He slumped back to the floor and gently flexed the arm he'd stretched. The stroppy metal child lay silent at the door, a sufficient dent imprinted on both surfaces. "Oh, Crap" Ganta muttered; he had noticed the time flashing at him. It read 9:43, not that early right? Problem was, for Ganta school begins at 8:30. "OH SH-" Ganta gasped eyes flying wide. He began wrestling with the duvet to free himself. Thrusting fists of fabric in every direction possible. A sudden exhaustion clinged to him, he had no choice but to steady himself and view his progress. Ganta had made it ¼ of a metre closer to the door and now resembled a caterpillar caught in a spiders web with horrific bed hair. "Goddamnit" Ganta breathed. He wondered if there was any point even leaving the house today, what did GCSE's matter when he had his .. "gift". Ganta admired his power but hated using it most of the time. The duvet was rapidly heating up and he wanted out. He struggled with the fabric to free his hands... and failed... miserably. He had no choice, he carefully nipped the end of his tongue.
The salty red liquid seeped into his mouth and he began to splutter and choke. He hurled his left side and rolled onto his front. He continously reminded himself "Don't swallow, don't swallow" Carefully his pursed his lips and concentrated hard. Before his own eyes the red liquid, shinning bright in the morning sun rays, formed snakes in front of his face. His blood holding it shape perfectly, closing his eyes gently Ganta focused on the snakes. They separated flawlessly and formed 4 perfect swirls. The snakes wriggled below the duvet and gently eased the duvet away from Ganta's body. Dancing together to unweave all of Ganta's efforts, the snakes slowly but surely unwound Ganta form the mess to reveal his pale figure lying in boxers on his floor. His grey eyes flashed open and within a second the snakes flooded back into his mouth. However, even more strangely the blood that had staining the duvet also found itself flooding back towards his mouth. Ganta flinched at the taste of both the salty liquid returning and the sweaty, old taste lingering on the last drops of blood that had clinged to the sheets. "Right, well uh... School, yes school" Ganta mumbled to himself in a baffled, drunken manner. He paused at the door to kick the silent grey box aside. He sighed before bustling out the door and towards the craziest school day he will ever experience.